Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Verse from a second childhood


Upon days and days of reading,
    hail and rain and snow,

I bless the holes in my thinking,
    for the light that’s shining through.


12 comments:

temporal rooms said...

lovely
William.

~robert

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Robert.

Bitch said...

Thank you, dear William..
for an evening smile!!!

William Michaelian said...

And thank you, Monika, for an afternoon smile....

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

Shine on you lovely diamond--my bucket's got a hole in it and I can see you shining through!

William Michaelian said...

A small consolation for a man who cain’t buy no beer!

rahina q.h. said...

it is during those holes that all my thinking takes place without me realising.... beautiful verse William, thank you:)

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, too, Rahina. Yes, the pause between thoughts is sublime; in my case, the holes signify a defect in depth, accuracy, and quality. So much of thinking is a matter of habit, I’m inclined to think thoughts think themselves.

-K- said...

Thank you for reminding me that once I was told to bless everything, the seemingly good and the seemingly bad and extending it even to the holes in my thinking.

William Michaelian said...

For to think they aren’t there, or to refuse to acknowledge their existence, is poor thinking indeed. Thanks, Kevin.

Geckostone said...

Wow, this sooooooo fits with the Eckhart Tolle book I'm reading. Beautiful, William! Deb

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Deb! Interesting. Other than quotes of him that I’ve seen at random, I haven’t read a word of his.